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THE AUTHOR OF “ BREAD. 


WASHINGTON: 

G. S. GIDEON, PRINTER. 
1856. 



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THE CHRISTMAS STAR, 


Christmas over the world! — And calm and holy 
the Christmas Star shineth still as first it shone, 
when, with newborn lustre and heralded by Angels, 
“it came and stood over where a young child was.” 

Shineth still as first it shone when leading in tri- 
umphant pilgrimage the Wise Men from the East, 
with their kingly homage of gold, frankincense, and 
myrrh, they opened their treasures and worshipped 
at the feet of “a babe lying in a manger.” 

Shineth still as first it shone when glittering on 
the crown of Herod, and dazzling and deluding the 


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search of the Chief Priests and Scribes, it gilded 
the swaddling-clothes which wrapped a Virgin’s first- 
born son — and resting there, its never-to-be-extin- 
guished light has watched and counted like a watch- 
man in the sky, while eighteen centuries have folded 
away the garments of error, and wrapped the world 
in Christianity ! 


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“Thou art the Christ!” 

“He that should come!” 

“We look not for another!” 

Divine — thou art “our Lord and God!” 

Human — our friend and brother! 

Mortal — in Cross and cries, and sacrifice! 

Immortal— -in thy crown beyond the skies! 

“Thou art the Christ!” 

Emmanuel! 

Oh! close to thee we rest, 

Because like us, but without sin, 

Thine was a mother’s breast. 

Mortal — with feeling touched of our infirmity; 
Immortal — crushing time to make eternity! 

“Thou art the Christ!” 

Oh, King! 

Our Christmas jubilee 
Opening her treasures at thy feel, 

With angels, worships thee! 

Mortal — thy name of Jesus first begins; 

Immortal — it “shall save thy people from their sins.” 


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Christmas over the world ! Yes, over the world — - 
wide as it spreads in its beauty and its blight — its 
good and its evil— its rest and its unrest — its peace 
and its war — its wealth and its want — its protection 
and its oppression — its hope and its fear — its love 
and its hate — its weal and its woe — its smile and 
its tear — covering all, comes Christmas ! 

Yes! over the world — wide as it spreads — its 
land and its sea — its mountain and valley — its des- 
erts and cities — its desolate places and its homes — 
its nature and art. 

Over its pride and its humility — its applause and 
its desertion — its myriad hands with uplifted ban- 
ners of honor — and its myriad trampling feet of dis- 
grace and degradation — its fire of incense and its 
smoke of scorn — its monuments and its dust and 
ashes. 

Over its thrones and its prisons — its churches and 


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cathedrals, with their domes and towers — and its 
temples not made by mortal hand, where the wor- 
ship is not seen, but where the heart prays. 

Over its true and its false faiths — over its heathen 
crescent, whose horns of plenty are filled by human 
glory — and over its Christian cross, at whose magic 
touch the martyr from his death of torture thrills to 
a life eternal 

Oh! over its births and its deaths — its cradles 
and its graves — covering all, comes Christmas ! 

Blessed Christmas ! Ever sounds the angel an- 
them . 

“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, 
good will towards men.” 

Over the high and the low — the rich and the 
poor — the prince and the beggar — comes alike the 
common blessing of this common Christmas. 

Start not, rich brother ! whose Christmas is gay 


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and green with garlands and gifts ; — and doubt not, 
poor brother ! who can hardly afford the holiday 
which stops the work’s pay it is true ! 

Christmas comes alike to all, and there is no dif- 
ference, for the blessing that it comes with is spir- 
itual, and in such there is no respect of persons ; 
and as over the whole world comes the same light, 
so over the whole world comes the same Christ- 
mas — so for the whole world came the same Christ ! 


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I. 


“ Glory to God in the highest, and on Earth peace, 
good will towards men.” 

It is long since the angels sang this song and went 
away into heaven — but yet, whenever the Christmas 
day is breaking in the sky, and the Christmas bells 
are ringing in the air, around and around from every 
Christian heart comes back the echo of this an- 
them, and it can never, like the angels, go away. 

In a Christian city — it does not matter which, per- 
haps the one we live in — in one of its many homes 
of ease and plenty, entered the Christmas day. 
Cheerily it came through the richly curtained win- 
dows, and, sure of its welcome, it wakened as many 
happy ones to as many happy greetings as ever one 

roof might cover, 
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It wakened the master of the wealthy mansion 
from his restless merchant’s dream of “ occupying 
his business in the great waters” — where the tide 
seemed turning — to the certainty of well-secured 
wealth and plenty, which in all human calculation 
he could never lose. 

It wakened the lady sleeping on his breast, from 
light dreams to a lighter life — a life full-blow n, whose 
only burthens were the flowers of its own bloom! 

Ah! the flowers — yes, it wakened the children 
in their comfortable nursery, and then began the 
Christmas mirth. 

Kriss Kringle had filled the stockings, as little 
children know how well, and sprinkled toys and 
sugar-plums around each little couch; and as each 
claimed and appropriated their own, they were all 
satisfied with the merry scramble — and Merry 
Christmas ! Merry Christmas ! resounded through 
the house. 


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f I bus merrily came the Christmas day, and mer- 
rily passed along — gift followed gift, for servants 
and all ; for the whole household had a share in the 
Christmas day. 

The Christmas alms had been cast into the trea- 
sury, where the “ abundance” of the “ many that 
were rich” mingled with the M all that she had” of 
the poor widow; and just as faithfully' as the mer- 
chants’ books could account to their credit and de- 
bit, on that Christmas day, so faithfully was written 
on high the angel record, wherein the Lord of the 
treasury acknowledges that “ he who givetli to the 
poor lendeth to the Lord.” 

Friend after friend assembled — the Christmas 
dinner overflowed the generous board ; the Christ- 
mas joy, like the Christmas wine, poured full and 
free. 

The children’s flying feet had left the dance for 
the dazzling branches of the Christmas tree which 


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was just revealed, and eagerly each little hand was 
grasping its expected treasure, when, in the midst 
of all the noise and merriment, the sound of a 
hand-organ was heard under the windows. 

There was nothing in its street-music to attract 
the refined ear of any of that opera-loving throng, 
and it might have played its Christmas strain un- 
heard and unheeded, but for one child’s heart of 
open sympathy, where the blessed chord of charity 
had never been touched in her young life, in vain! 

The little hand which was raised to receive her 
present from the glittering tree, was stayed and 
changed into the attitude of attention to what was 
without. The sweet face of delight and self enjoy- 
ment grew sweeter still as the expression came and 
went of pity and generosity ; and never had the lit- 
tle Mary — the pet, the darling, the most tenderly 
cherished, because the most delicate and frail — the 
only daughter among many sons— never had she 


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appeared half so lovely, half so loving, half so 
loved — as now, when with childish impatience and 
the earnest eloquence which is unused to denial, 
she turned away to beg admittance for the little 
wanderer without. 

Oh, mama! papa! it is my little organ-girl; please 
let her come in — she is so pretty, and so tired in 
the cold street, and she has had no Christmas gifts, 
I know, and she sings so sweetly you will love to 
hear her — just let her come in — she used to come 
every day — and then she was sick for a long time, 
and the man came without her ; and now she is well 
again — pray let her come in ! 

Little Mary was not denied, and the troupe en- 
tered. 

The organ grinder, one of those in our streets 
lo-day — and the child such as often accompany 
such attractions,. except that a remarkable degree 
of beauty in the little face and form required no 


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fortune teller to read how the lines of life would 
be apt to be crossed, and tried, and tempted, and 
troubled in that little palm. 

Questioning her, they found that her country was 
Italy, and that she had the name and the age of the 
little Mary. 

Eight years ago, in such different countries were 
born, perhaps at the same hour, such different, chil- 
dren ; and the holy Baptism ! — so differing in these 
widely severed lands — (but which ought to be the 
same, because both are Christian,) with the same 
sign — the cross of Christ — teaching the same story 
of the “Blessed among women” — had united in 
giving, with such different gifts of wealth and pov- 
erty, the same name, perhaps at the same hour, to 
these two little Marys. 

“My name, papa! and just as old as I” — she 
whispered — “poor little thing! I wish she could 
slay with me.” 


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The little stranger acquitted herself to the entire 
satisfaction of her child-patron, and to the evident 
satisfaction x of the whole company. Her extreme 
beauty and grace — her natural childish delight in 
all that she saw — her grateful thanks for the pre- 
sents heaped upon her, increased in its effect by the 
slightly foreign accent — the desire to return the 
favors so unexpectedly showered on her, by her 
music, her only possession — and then so naturally 
her performance, with all the pride of her art — her 
song of a land so far for such little feet to have 
come from — and at intervals, the accompaniment of 
her tambourine, which displayed her whole beauty 
and grace — altogether charmed every beholder. 

In repose her face was very melancholy, but most 
gentle ; the eyes, shaded with their long lashes, 
appealed as if for protection with such a mourn- 
fulness in their look never seen in children who are 
kindly cared for — and the mouth was sad and firm, 


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as children’s are not who take not care of them- 
selves. 

But when the lips were parted in their singing, 
the eyes brightened until they seemed to burn like 
stars — the cheek glowing, and the whole face was 
radiant with the light of a genius which, in her 
country more than any other, springs often by the 
wayside in the open air. 

Bending lowly, as she departed with her gath- 
ered gifts and dainties, she kissed the hand her 
little namesake extended to her, and pressed it to 
her breast; forgetful of her acquired language at 
the moment when her heart was speaking so loudly, 
her parting salutation was unwittingly and naturally 
spoken in her mother tongue ; and with thanks for 
being told to come some day again, the Christmas 
beggar went out blessing and blessed. 

As the door of the hospitable mansion closed 
behind them, and the street stretched out before 


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them long and cold, she thought it had been all a 
dream —but her hands and arms were full of the 
Christmas gifts, and she knew that they were real. 

The twilight had only just closed in and above 
her; in the sky was the evening star — only that 
one in all the sky — she could see it shining so kindly, 
friendly on her, as if to cheer her way. 

— -So in all her heart, there seemed but one like 
a star to love — the little Mary — the Only one in all 
her heart ; she could see her smiling so kindly, 
friendly on her, as if to cheer her way. 

Oh, Christmas Star ! this was thy power ! 


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II. 

“Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them 
not, for of such is the kingdom of Heaven.” 

Over the world the same Christmas — over the 
world the same Christ ! Children bound together 
in happy bands ! Our two little Marys, whom the 
world would forever separate, meet at last, as may 
we all meet — at the feet of Christ ! 

As in the days of the Saviour on earth, the off- 
spring of the prince would not have shrunk from 
sharing with that of the beggar the arms of the 
Divine Master, so is it now ; and the Christianity 
that would be otherwise, and must have its pew and 
its place and its price to pay, forgets the divine 
precept and prayer that we “ all may be one.” 

As the evening star pursues its path steadily and 
surely, until around it is gathered the shining glory 


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of heaven, so the beggar’s star faded not nor fal- 
tered, until to her was bound “the sweet influences, 
as of the Pleiades.” 

The little Mary of wealth and love rested not 
until she had shared the blessings, so thickly clus- 
tering for her, with the little Mary of poverty and 
want. 

From the time when she had shared her Christ- 
mas gifts with the homeless child, she had thought 
of nothing but the little wanderer. 

Surely, it was Christ himself who thus, as her re- 
stored gift, bade her gather back from the glitter- 
ing branches of the Christmas tree a jewel for Ilis 
crown ! 

All the enthusiasm of her beautiful nature had 
been drawn out to support the object of her re- 
markable affection. None knew the pleasure she 
had taken in her apparently overweening attach- 


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ment; none knew the thought and care which she 
had spent in her plan of rescue for the street beg- 
gar ; how she had lain awake at night to think, and 
then fallen asleep to dream how they might be to- 
gether ; how the immeasurable distance between 
them might be overcome ; and when, at last, like a 
holy star, came the idea of the Sunday School , none 
knew the blessing in which the little tired mind — 
tired with its wandering after a wanderer — then 
rested. 

Yes — the Sunday School — that was the place. 
She had seen many beggars there ; there they might 
be together ; there they might be equal ; there the 
two little Marys might together kneel, and with 
united voices pray w Oar Father ,” and be sisters. 

How she treasured up her plan for a whole week, 
until she should meet her teacher ; then how her 
heart throbbed when she made her request, the 


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granting of which was to gather another lamb into 
the fold ; how the glad tears sprang to the tender 
eyes which were so pleadingly raised to the teach- 
er’s face ; and, when the promised admission was 
readily given, how she went away so happy; how 
she wished the week gone and the Sabbath come, 
which was to be really such a holy day ; how she 
lingered at the church door to wait for the steps 
which were so surely, so thankfully, coming all the 
way from the dark, cold lodging, where the children 
of this world would have called her poor, to the free 
entrance of the house of God, where the children 
of light are made rich ; then clasping each other’s 
hands, one little Mary led the other little Mary into 
the blessing she had prepared for her ; and, seated 
beside her on the same bench, they read from the 
same book, to be taught, by the same care, in the 
same Alma Mater — the American Sunday School ! 


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Ill, 

Thus had the full heart, so crowded with love, in 
all its full stream of blessings, turned to befriend the 
heart which had touched her compassion with its 
desolate loneliness. 

And generously did she befriend her — and it was 
no light thing to do — for after the novelty of their 
appearance at the door had worn away, which was 
very soon, all the house grew tired of their return. 

“It was shocking music, and a great bore to have 
it grinding in their ears so often,” was said in the 
drawing-room, and the children, from a natural im- 
itation, echoed the cry ; and the servants, who al- 
ways feel safest in following the tide of life which 
is over them, magnified and moralized, and demor- 
alized, the thoughtless speeches of their superiors, 


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untii at last one day it ended in a banishment of 
what there had been so much effort to gain. 

“Oh do come from the window, Mary, and then 
they will go away; we are all so tired of them.” 
This was often said. 

“I’m sure,” said the old nurse, who prided herself 
upon the respectability of being settled, “I w r onder 
your mama allows you, Miss Mary, even to look at 
such onery people as them, much less to be inviting 
them in. I’m sure its only a-helping of them on in 
their wicked life ; the lazy, worthless vagabones — 
why don’t they go to work ? And, as to that child, 
she’s a going the broad road to ruin fast.” 

“I think I’ll step out,” said John, the waiter, as 
he entered with a costly tray of delicacies, which 
he was preparing for the children’s lunch ; “I’ll just 
step out and send them beggars off; its too much, 
collecting such a gang of ragamuffins on the pave- 


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ment, and there is no end to it ; let these furriners 
keep to their own country, I say so saying, he left 
the room. 

“Oh ! nurse, nurse, stop him,” cried little Mary, 
pale with emotion — “don’t let him mortify her so ; — 
oh! Frank, Harry,” (turning to her brothers,) “stop 
him — pray do — papa said I might have them to play 
whenever 1 chose, and I love little Mary. Oh, it is 
too bad.” And, covering her face with her little 
white hands, as she turned from the window she 
burst into an uncontrollable fit of sobbing. 

Her brothers had stopped their romp at the fur- 
ther end of the apartment in answer to her appeal, 
but when they reached the window it was too late, 
they were just turning to depart ; the song was 
stopped in the midst, and the singer had turned 
away, but she had not turned before she had seen 
the distress sweep over the face of her child-friend 


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at the window, and as she turned away she felt as 
if a cloud had come over the only star in her sky, 
leaving her dark and desolate. 

“She has gone, Mary,” said Frank, “and we had 
better let her go now, for John would only mortify 
them more if we bring them back; but she shall have 
some money; I will run after her with this” — and he 
ran off. 

“Oh, Frank! oh, Harry! it is too bad” — and the 
most violent sobbing shook the little frame, as, 
crouched upon the soft carpet, she buried her face 
in her hands and refused to be comforted. 

The nurse and John, frightened at what they had 
done, when they saw the extent of her grief, began 
their mutual recrimination, each blaming the other 
for what was the fault of both. The children, gather- 
ing around, tried to soothe her — but no, she could 
not be comforted. 

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The lunch was untasted by all, and after many 
weary hours, little Mary’s first and greatest grief 
seemed subsiding, like a rain ; the tears stopped at 
last, but there was no clearing away, no smile — 
heavy was the light heart, sad the merry eyes, and 
slow the feet, so quick in their never-tiring errands 
for all. 

u I’m sure, Miss Mary, I never dreamed of hurt- 
ing your feelings, I was only thinking of them. I 
hope you will care no more about it, and let me 
dress you nicely for dinner now ; the other children 
have all gone down.” 

Quietly the gentle child submitted to the dress- 
ing; she spoke not one word, although the nurse 
tried to make her talk. As she stood to be dressed, 
only once the nurse noticed that she put her hand 
to her head and held it there for a moment, as if in 
pain. 


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The motion of that little hand smote her to her 
heart; and her remorse was great when that night 
the little Mary lay down, not to rise in the morning 
with the other children in health and strength, but, 
ill and suffering, she was paying the price of her 
befriending. When all were roused at night to as- 
sist her, then it was remembered how she had at ta- 
ble spoken nothing and eaten nothing — and how 
throughout the evening the face had been pale as 
marble, with only one small spot on the cheek, which 
seemed to burn deeper and brighter as the paleness 
increased. 

At once she was very ill — and now her mother 
wondered she did not before see that she was sick ; 
but there had been company all the evening in the 
drawing-room, and she remembered with a pang 
how she had noticed the brilliant face only to feel 
proud of its beauty, which attracted, as usual, the 
admiration of the guests. 


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Now, over the little form they watched, as none 
know but those who, like them, have watched a like 
form, while the fever burned on like a devouring 
flame, wasting the strength and threatening the 
life — how precious, none know but those who, like 
them, would have eagerly bargained to have parted 
with all their possessions, so they might keep a 
such like little heart from beating away so fa»t. 

Always delicate, the tenderest care had ever 
guarded her from the least crossing of a will, so 
gentle that the indulgence of k was at once its al- 
lowance and its reward; she was, therefore, unpre- 
pared for the excessive trial which she had so cru- 
elly suffered in the cause of her little friend. 

The story collected from the children, and the 
distressed account of the offending servants, ex- 
plained sufficiently the cause of the child’s state ; 
while her earnest .calling, in the delirium of her 
fever, for her beloved companion, showed how the 


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pressure of the heart affected that of the brain. 
The physician advised that the object of her solici- 
tude might be brought to her; but an unconscious- 
ness of all save the phantasies of the fever rendered 
it useless: 

At last, after many weary days, the child lay 
resting after a hard struggle for the life — relieved, 
but exhausted : no ache, no pain ; but so weak she 
could hardly live. 

She did live ; but oh, so frail the tenure — so pale 
the fair, fair face — so thin the little white hand — so 
fluttering the heart — like a crippled bird which dis- 
ease had touched with its withering blight forever. 

Around her little couch was gathered every thing 
that could divert or please a passing fancy. 

“My darling,” said her mother, gently, as she 
kissed her, “ see the fresh flowers your father brings 
you.” 

“Thank you, dear mama — dear papa! I love 


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them very much !” and the little arms were thrown 
in caresses around first mother, then father. 

“ My darling,” again said her mother, “ see your 
little Mary your father brings to stay with you, as 
you wished, all the time, and be your little sister ” 
u Dear mama — dear papa ! oh, thank you — I love 
her better than flowers — oh, yes !” 

Again as she spoke the little arms were raised 
caressingly ; and when they were again folded, it 
was around the form of the other little Mary. 




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IV, 


“Never to go away: to be her sister!” So her 
father and mother had said ; and so it was : they 
had planned it all, and purchased it, even ; for it 
was like a purchase — the release from the organ- 
grinder — who was not unreasonable, and kindly 
disposed to help his little country-woman, and give 
her up to a better fate than his strolling fortunes 
followed. 

Long and weary would have been the time in the 
sick chamber, ‘but for that blessed deed of charity 
which, while it divided the blessing, divided also 
the care ; for such is the virtue of charity, that its 
reward is in its hand. 


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Day after day it was beautiful to see the two chil- 
dren — the two Marys — hut ah ! it was sad, the con- 
trast. 

The child of opulence, with hand filled too full 
to hold life’s treasures — aye, life’s best treasures — 
to behold her drooping and dropping them, fainting 
and failing away, while the child of poverty, with 
hand extended for the passing alms — aye, so often 
passing her — to behold her gathering and grasping 
the gifts of generous goodness, and growing more 
graceful and beautiful day after day. 

One little Mary laying aside life — life, so gaily 
decorated — just when the other little Mary was put- 
ting it on. Ah ! it was sad to see. 

But it was beautiful, too, to see the love of the 
two children ; to see the gifts of the one gathered 
back so gratefully by the other to the generous giv- 
er’s breast, and then enjoyed together. 


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The winter had passed, and anxiously her parents 
watched to see the spring and summer revive their 
drooping flower, but in vain. 

Anxiously they sought, in other climates, the 
health that might yet restore her precious life ; and 
when the autumn winds began to blow, they took 
her where no chill breath might touch her languid 
frame too roughly ; and so they guarded and cher- 
ished her with all that money could obtain, or hu- 
man skill control, but in vain. There was no medi- 
cine to heal her sickness ; and when the winter 
snows were on the earth, and again the Christmas 
garlands hanging on the walls, at her desire they 
brought her home to die. 


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V. 

Christmas over the world again ! 

Again in the sky the Christmas star ! 

Again the angels’ anthem falls from heaven ! 

Again in this home of ease and plenty enters the 
Christmas day ! 

But it wakes no sleepers now. In that luxurious 
chamber there are those who watch, but not for 
Christmas ; and they look up wearily, with no wel- 
come for its almost mocking light, as it falls around 
the one they watch. 

Far different from the scene where the Christ- 
mas light first smiled ; far different from the manger 
where the Christmas day first broke ; far different 
the luxury of the apartment it enters now, gilding 


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the costly furniture and rich adornments, and fling- 
ing its radiance full upon a picture of the Virgin 
and child — only a picture, not the life — at whose 
shrine its first ray was kindled. 

Yes, far different was the scene; but most unlike 
of all that the Christmas light was touching, unlike 
to what it first touched, was this — 

Instead of Birth — here was Death ! Instead of 
the cradle, here was the grave ! 

Oh, Christmas Star ! 

Here is thy power ! 

For the Death is the Birth ! and the grave is the 
gate of life ! 

The little Mary was gone through into Heaven ; 
but the other Mary lingered yet. 

Lingered, to strew over her Christmas grave their 
morning flowers, covering her innocence with their 
sinless bloom. 


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Lingered, to pour with a beggar’s gratitude the 
debt of love, pressed down and running over, into 
the mother’s bleeding bosom. 

And when the evening star came out again into 
her lonely sky, she seemed to see in it again her 
guide and friend. 

And again one little Mary may lead the other 
little Mary — even beyond the sky. 

Children ! bound together in happy bands ! 

“Take heed that ye despise not one of these 
little ones ; for I say unto you that in heaven their 
angels do always behold the face of my Father 
which is in Heaven.” 


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O Christmas Star ! what else betide, 

As Kings were led by thee 
To lay aside their robes of pride 
And be clothed with humility ; 

So would we seek divine command — • 

So follow thy holy ray — 

As rich and’poor we together stand 
In the light of the Christmas day ! 

O Christmas Star ! O Christmas Star ! 

Thy shining track we see ; 

But the gate is strait from earth to heaven, 

And the path is humility. 

So shall it be in that better land — 

All pride shall be passed away — 

And the rich and the poor shall be hand in hand— 
In (hat better Christmas day ! 








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